Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Hmm,” I moan, pinching and twisting one nipple, then the other. I start to lose my balance and allow my back to meet the mattress, falling backwards, knowing it’ll cushion my fall. The instant I’m where I should have been all along, I’m able to work both areas. My hand slides down the slope of my abdomen. There’s no buildup, not a lick of teasing. The second the tips of my fingers meet my clit, my core clenches, begging for something inside, and as much as it pains me to put a hold on this…
I need my toy.
I roll to my stomach, keeping my fingers on my clit, one strumming, another sliding lower, seeking entrance. The pressure on my breast keeps the momentum of what I know will be an epic experience. I reach out for the knob to my bottom drawer, dig inside, wrap my hand around the thick flesh-colored vibrator, and slip it between my body and the mattress. No lube is required. I’m wet, pulsing with need, and already on the edge of heading straight for my first orgasm.
It’s a damn good thing I can go more than once because I’m going to need it. I spread one thigh out, the head of the dildo comes to life with a click of a button, and the lower intensity of the vibrator makes my insides quiver. And while I’d usually roll over onto my back, plant my feed, and keep my legs apart, this position gives me so much more than I ever expected.
My nipples slide against the quilt while I paw at the fabric, needing something to hold on to while I push the vibrator in and out.
“Oh fuck.” I roll my hips. My toes clench beneath me, edging me on with each forward motion. I click the other button, and the rabbit part comes to life. Every part of my body is being used in some sort of way, and the sensations are absolutely making me come apart at the seams. The soft tapping on my clit, the swirling of the length, and the buzzing spur me on.
“Yes, yes, yes.” My voice gets progressively louder. It’s a change in pace because usually, I’m quieter than a mouse. There’s also the fact that when I’m in the throes of ecstasy, I usually cover my face with a pillow or take this into the shower. Today, there’s no chance of that happening. Not even biting my lip is a possibility with how each wave rolls into the next.
“Oh god.” Perspiration coats my body, and my hand starts to cramp holding the vibrator in the exact location to prolong my orgasm, hoping one rolls into the next. One thing I know for sure: there’s no stopping at the first. I’ll keep going until I have nothing left, no energy, my legs are shaking, and my breathing becomes nearly impossible.
I get up on my knees, rocking my body back and forth, when I’m caught completely unaware. I knew my orgasm was fast approaching, but I didn’t know it would come this hard and this fast.
“Fuck!” Stars explode behind my closed eyelids, and I fall flat on my stomach, barely pulling the toy out, only doing so because I’m so damn sensitive even my scalp is tingling. “Jesus, if this happens to the thought of the hot guy next door, I can’t even imagine what it will be like when he’s here in the flesh. If I get to have him, that is.
5
Dean
Fuck me, I heard her loud and clear.
Every moan.
Every movement.
Every single thing.
I may as well have been in the room with her, watching each ripple of her orgasm rip through her body. And I swear to Christ I could hear what sounded like a thrumming noise, assuming a toy was involved, and when she screamed out the word fuck before going completely quiet, I knew she came.
I want that for me to witness, for me to own, and for me to give an experience that will rival what she gave herself. Fuck, do I want that, and I’m pretty sure she does, too, had we only exchanged names.
By the time I got dressed, took the pup out, and made it to my truck, I’d gotten the call from my boss that service had been restored. It was a simple issue and only took a hot stick to get the small area back in action. I was relieved. I still had to deal with the rogue dog walker and figure out the next plan of action, because clearly, what was working or what I thought was, wasn’t.
I look down at my phone, the one that’s been vibrating in my hand the past few minutes. One missed call turned into two. There was no way I was moving a muscle, let alone letting her hear me talk to another person and causing her to pause getting hers. I’m not that cruel to her or myself, but it puts a plan in motion for what I’m going to do once the sun goes down.